Taijiang, Temple Back Street.
Located behind the Shing Wong Temple, this old street has existed for a very long time.
In the early years, there were many shops in Temple Back Street, gathering many pawnshops, old goods shops, calligraphy and painting shops, etc.
Later, it gradually became Taijiang City's antique street.
Similar to the Capital's Pan Garden.
At four o 'clock in the morning, before dawn, Yue Heng arrived at Temple Back Street.
He ran over so early in the morning, in order to visit the Ghost Market at Temple Back Street.
The Ghost Market's name came from the Capital, and it's a unique street vendor culture.
The old Capital's Ghost Market, first, means that there are ghosts in the market. There are many fake things, unknown and illegal things.
Second, the Ghost Market opens in the wee hours of the morning. As soon as the sky is polished, it naturally disperses like the morning breeze blowing the fog. It comes and goes without a trace, neither organized nor managed by anyone.
Like wild onions in the wasteland, no one knows how they grew there, and how they grew so big.
The Ghost Market at Temple Back Street is more or less the same.
The Ghost Market doesn't happen every day. Yue Heng inquired from the old people who live in Temple Back Street, and found out the exact time.
Under the dim street lights, large and small stalls are lined up along the old street.
Many of the stalls have small rechargeable table lamps.
But the stall owner has dimmed the lights, and can only barely illuminate his seat.
From afar, there are many figures, as if shrouded in a layer of fog.
Very much like that.
And for people like Yue Heng who come to the Ghost Market, most of them bring their own flashlights, or use their mobile phone's flash to illuminate.
Needless to say, this place is quite lively at this time.
But no one is making a racket. Everyone tacitly abides by the rules, whether it's bargaining or discussing and chatting, they all try to keep the volume down.
This is Yue Heng's first trip to the Ghost Market.
So he only looks and doesn't ask, only listens and doesn't speak.
Mixed in with the coming and going crowd, he leisurely strolls around Temple Back Street.
His heart has a bit of an idea.
Yue Heng crouches down in front of a stall.
This stall has some old porcelain, bronze, as well as jade ornaments and the like.
The stall owner is a dark and thin middle-aged man.
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowish smoke ghost teeth. "Young man, what do you want to buy?"
Each and every one of the stalls in the Ghost City is a shrewd person.
It was their basic job skill to speak the human language and speak the human language when meeting a ghost.
If they were regular customers, the stall owner wouldn't even open his mouth and let them choose.
Yue Heng was so young, and it was obvious that he was a curious rookie.
I don't understand anything, I've only seen videos and photos of the Ghost City on the fast track or in my circle of friends.
Then, he hurried over to join in the fun.
Rookies like these often had very little money in their pockets.
But it was also easy to fool them.
In the spirit of professionalism, the tanned and skinny man's attitude was still very enthusiastic.
Yue Heng glanced around and pointed to a blue and white jar at the side. "How much is this?"
"You really know your stuff. You must have learned it from your family, right?"
The dark-skinned man's eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled. "It's a blue and white porcelain jar with peony patterns from the Yuan Dynasty. It's from the kiln in Jingdezhen. You won't be able to find another one like it in the entire back street of the temple. It's really good stuff!"
"Of course, the price is also very expensive."
Yue Heng was curious. "How much?"
The tanned and skinny man made a gesture. "Fixed price, eight hundred thousand."
Yue Heng shook his head. "I can't afford it."
The tanned and skinny man frowned. "Then give me a price."
Yue Heng muttered to himself for a moment. "Eighty?"
The tanned and skinny man suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air. His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. "Eighty? Are you kidding me? This is a blue and white porcelain jar with peony patterns from the Yuan Dynasty! "
"Alright."
Yue Heng got up and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute."
The tanned and skinny man reached out and picked up his blue and white porcelain jar with peony patterns. He handed it to Yue Heng. "Deal!"
Fuck!
Yue Heng took it in a daze.
The tanned and skinny man flashed out the payment code at lightning speed. "Sweep it."
The rule of the Ghost City – no regrets when haggling.
Yue Heng blankly scanned the code and paid eighty yuan.
The tanned and skinny man chuckled as he put away the sign – a bloody profit of sixty-eight yuan!
Yue Heng came back to his senses, speechless as he looked at the jar in his hand.
Forget it, I'll take it back and raise a little goldfish.
He shook his head and walked over to the booth next door.
The owner of the booth next door was an old man with grizzled hair. When he saw Yue Heng, he chuckled. "Take a look at whatever you like."
Yue Heng crouched down and placed the blue and white porcelain jar at his feet.
He looked around, then pointed to a dark yellow paperweight and asked: "How much is this?"
The old booth owner was all smiles. "Young man, you really know how to choose. This is the treasure of my booth. It's the Ming dynasty's Tianhuang Stone Dragon Tiger paperweight. Look at the color, the carving, and the paste …"
"It's a bit damaged."
Yue Heng interrupted the other party's torrent of words.
The paperweight was damaged, and the dragon's tail was nowhere to be seen.
The old man's expression didn't change. "Damage means that it's a genuine antique. It's not that, what was it again?"
"That's right, that modern industrial defective product!"
Yue Heng thought for a moment. "Can I try it?"
"Of course."
Yue Heng took the paperweight and played with it.
It was heavy and very heavy.
He put it back and asked, "How much is it?"
The old man smiled and said, "I think you're an expert. Give me a price."
Yue Heng: "Eighty."
The old man almost spat out blood on the spot.
So you're a sledgehammer. Eighty, eighty, eighty …
He knew it was eighty!
He shook his head like a rattle-drum. "Impossible, completely impossible!"
Although this paperweight wasn't made of Tianhuang Stone at all.
It was indeed a damaged product.
But the Ming dynasty's carving and paste were not fake.
It was a genuine antique.
It was just that it didn't have much collectible value. If it was too high, people wouldn't want it. If it was too low, people would feel that it was a loss.
It had been in the old man's hands for a long time.
Yue Heng curled his lips. "I think it's worth eighty. Why don't you name a price?"
The old man gritted his teeth. "Fixed price, five thousand!"
In all honesty, he really didn't feel that he was being black-hearted.
"Deal."
Yue Heng scanned the QR code and paid 5,000 yuan at lightning speed.
Then, he grabbed the Dragon Tiger paperweight and stuffed it into his pocket.
He left without hesitation.
When he left, Yue Heng didn't forget to take away the Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain pot with peony patterns.
What was going on?
The old man was completely dumbfounded.
He turned his head to look at the dark and thin man beside him.
The latter was also dumbfounded. "Grandpa Qin, are you mistaken?"
"That's impossible!"
The old man complained. "I've asked several people to look at this thing. It's worth this price at most."
The two of them looked at each other.
They couldn't figure out why Yue Heng was so happy to take the thing away as if he was snatching a treasure.
After thinking about it, they guessed that Yue Heng thought he had picked up a big bargain.
That was why he was so anxious.
It was normal for a teenager to not have hair yet.
After Yue Heng bought the Dragon Tiger paperweight, he didn't continue to search for treasure in the Ghost City.
He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold back his laughter!
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